I have fond memories of the Holiday Season in the 1950’s. Christmas caroling on a cold crisp night in December with our Centerview farm friends. We were invited into homes to get warm. Every house had refreshments maybe cookies or hot chocolate. You could smell the scent of the decorated cedar trees cut down from the shelter belts. They were dressed in tensil and bubble lights and wrapped in garland made of rings of paper. When we had Christmas Eve service at the Centerview Methodist Church, Santa would show up with a brown paper sack filled with nuts, hard candy and an orange.
During the day we would spend hours browsing the Sears and Roebuck catalog making a wish list for Santa. Santa came every Christmas Eve, and Daddy missed him every year because he was always in the barn milking the cows.
Through the years I treasure these memories. Holidays became more special when I had children. Over the years, as I grew in my faith, I came to understand the true meaning of Christmas. The birth of a baby named Jesus. Today I am thankful for His love and the love of my family and friends. My prayer is for Peace on Earth so my grandchildren will live in a world where they too have fond memories of the Holiday Season.